You came and you lifted the veil.
From one generation to the other, we were girls. We carried the burdens of the past. We could feel strings taking us back, when we tried to move on and build our life.
We were like flowers ready to bloom and wiped out by a wind of memories. The story would keep repeating itself. A story of thorns and bloody drama.
Till you came.
A little boy in a precious basket. Like a messanger from above. Like you were send by angels to peace my heart and give me reasons to hope. The link of pain was severed.
When I look at you, I picture us in a garden full of beautiful roses, blue sky and fairy tales, trees bending to welcome us. Hand in hand we are strong to face the world.
This is my entry to the Writing Prompt by Mona.